Ahh... the things that slip from our minds.
Like the fact that 20 month olds hate Santa.
With a purple passion.
We took the girls to see Santa today and the Great Flambina was so excited. I'd warned Mo to pay attention to what she asked for. When you wait until the last minute to see Santa, it is a nightmare when you hear the tiny little voice say, "And Santa... more than ANYTHING in the world, I want... "Insert Item Here"". And you look at your spouse and realize you'd never heard of said item. EVER. And then one of you bolts off down the Mall to try to find someone who still might have it.
Not that I'm speaking from experience or anything...
So The Great Flambina waited patiently in line while her crazy big energy 20 month old sister ran around the mall with me, Bones or her Daddy keeping a very close distance and trying to keep her within a smaller periphery than the whole dang Mall.
So much to see. So many places to run.
And when it came for their time, Mo scooped up the Wee Flambina, her big sister already firmly planted on Santa's lap, ready to tell Santa of her great wishes (Buzz Lightyear) and The Wee Flambina immediately did what Mo calls 'the Starfish' except this was with escape action.
The Starfish is when the wee one loses it and all arms and legs splay out in different directions.
She could not crawl out of Mo's arms fast enough to get away from the fat man with the big white beard.
So Mo did what I did, and sat on Santa's lap instead, with the Wee one sitting on the furthest leg of Mo's. Meanwhile, her big sister sat there patiently waiting.
It's the typical family picture with a 20 month old involved. I think I have one picture with Ringo on one of Santa's knees and me, pregnant with Bones, barely sitting (hovering actually so as not to crush Santa) on the other knee with T sitting on my knee... as far away as he could get from Santa.
We suspect that the girls will be up by 5AM. We're praying to get them to 6AM with the understanding to the boys that they can go back to bed after.
I think it will be a Christmas morning my teenage boys may not remember, opening gifts with their eyes mostly shut...Posted by Boudicca at December 23, 2012 11:18 PM